… but Billy Joel did 65 years ago today – and I can guarantee that he (or anyone else for that matter) had no idea he would one day be married, and incidentally divorced, to an uptown girl like Christie Brinkley. Who, no offense, was exponentially out of his league. You make great records, Bill, but a hottie you are not so bravo for pulling that one off…

That’s right, folks, Captain Jack himself turned 65 years young today. Only the good die young, so I can only assume that Mr. Joel isn’t such an innocent man seeing as how he’s still in a New York state of mind.

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So we just completed a fun little project for some old friends that turned out to be a rather funny story…

About 2 weeks ago, an old friend, Matt, sent us a message through our Etsy shop where he asked about getting a custom designed print to give his wife for their five year anniversary. Their wedding being a bit blurry by now, it was hard to believe that it had already been five years. While it was great just to hear from our old friend, we were even more excited to help him with this cool little project as well. So as we were hashing out what we wanted to use for his gift (being foodies, we decided on the names of the restaurants at which they had memorable meals) – I then got a Facebook message from Amy (Matt’s wife) asking for a custom piece to give Matt for their Anniversary. My first reaction was similar to that of: “Oh, s**t, what if they want the same thing… who’s bubble do I have to burst?” Then, I calmly let her lead the way, which worked out great as she decided to go with one of our vintage book page designs featuring their wedding song – “Happy Everafter in Your Eyes” by Ben Harper – so I was immediately subdued in my freak out and decided this is going to actually work out.

So, to make it even more freaky Friday, they both even went so far as to order their final designs as 18×24 canvases. Two people couldn’t be any more perfect for eachother… I mean, really… as they say great minds think a like and I know they got a little chuckle when they exchanged gifts realizing that they had essentially thought of the same exact gift (I know this because, as expected, I got an email to let me know how funny it was). Adorbs.

I know I have referenced the movie Alive previously but can we talk about it again? THAT MOVIE IS CRAZY. It is based on a true story and that makes it all the more insane. It really has me wondering what I would do to survive. I know I have admitted that if anything catastrophic happened I would be in the first group to die. But sometimes I wonder if I am a survivor and don’t even know it. We all have skills and strengths we aren’t even aware of. An arsenal of untapped resources just waiting for the sh** to hit the fan.

Could I survive a plane crash, maybe…

Could I withstand the freezing cold… sure, I would do some jumping jacks.

Could I handle being away from civilization… absolutely, I would prefer it.

Could I eat another human to survive… ummmmmmmmm….

I can barely stomach what most people consider delicacies. I’m a cheese pizza kind of girl. (don’t judge me)

While I know I don’t have much room to talk on this matter since I haven’t gone hungry a day in my life. That being said, I’m not entirely sure what I would resort to if I were literally starving to death.

I would hope that I would be one of the tough ones who would survive despite all odds, not likely, but I’m hopeful.

The will to survive fascinates me. I’m in no way meaning to make light of any life or death situation…

I am just curious what and if others think about it. We live day to day and most of us never give a second thought to the worst happening. I don’t think of myself as overly morbid, but I do think about it. I daydream about insane scenarios.

My questions is this: could you eat your best friend (previously deceased of natural causes, of course) if it meant you would live to see another day?

and here it is in bad form to lighten things up and not really stay with the topic, our poster of the day…

It’s no secret that Friday the 13th holds special meaning to any and all horror movie buffs. It’s like an exciting mini-Halloween, which is another special day for those of us that not only love scary movies, but haunted houses, trails, hayrides and really anything of the haunted nature and the acceptableness* to scare unsuspecting friends and small children. This Friday the 13th just happens to be a very convenient prelude to Halloween itself, which is only a mere 48 days away. I’m so excited I could pee.

But, (now I’m gonna’ drop a little history on you…)

The origins of the date (and by origins, I mean the first known mention of it in writing according to my quasi-research on the interwebs) go back about 200 years when it was decided to be an unlucky day.

Why, you ask?

Well, in Italian culture, Friday has always been thought of as an unlucky day. It’s also specifically noted in The Canterbury Tales** as being an unlucky day to take trips to Niagara Falls or balance your checkbook (people still do this, yes?).

And, we all know, no matter what culture you’ve derived from, the number 13 is just evil, evil, evil. All you triskaidekaphobians out there know what I’m talkin’ about…

But we all know that luck and unluck only effect the superstitious, right?

…right?

Well, I’m here to say that I’ve walked underneath ladders way too many times to count and not only am I still standing, but my luck is just as crappy as it was before. I hope that makes you feel better, it sure works for me.

Happy Friday the 13th, folks! Bring on the black cats, broken mirrors and a baker’s dozen of anything delicious.

Cheers.

Crude excuses for footnotes:

*Real word? Absolutely. **Written in the 14th Century aka a really freakin’ long time ago… ***If you don’t know what movie this is from, please stop reading, find out what movie it is, watch it, and come back after you’ve done so.